Love handwritten newspaper

Lead: Love is a must for everyone. Love handwritten newspaper is to show what caring people have done. This is a record and will become a collection in the future. Let me show you some handwritten newspapers.

A model essay full of love 1;

Three years ago, there lived a family downstairs in my grandmother's house. They are the cleaning staff-Uncle Xiao Wang's family. There are four people in their family: Uncle and Aunt Xiao Wang, their son and daughter. Uncle and aunt Xiao Wang's salary is not high, and their two children have to go to school. Life is hard, but the family has always been frugal and cheerful. The owners in the community are envious of them, but at this moment, an unexpected trouble comes to them-their son has lymphoma.

The old cell phone was tall and big, and as thin as a matchstick. Their family's income as a cleaner is not high, and they can't afford such a large sum of medical expenses at once. When their family was in the most difficult time, the community posted a notice to raise money. The community owner gave you 1100 yuan, and the children also donated the money in the piggy bank. There are many warm-hearted people like my grandmother. Besides donating money, I also send them clothes and food from time to time. With the help of owners, communities and properties, they got out of the predicament.

After repeated chemotherapy, my eldest brother gradually recovered and returned to his former handsomeness. Xiao Wang's uncle and aunt smiled again, and his eldest brother is working now.

Last year, they went to work in other companies, but I still remember them in my heart, and I still remember the back of sweeping the floor and dragging garbage for us every day!

Love composition model essay 2:

Every star in the sky represents every heart in your heart, a kind heart and a lovely heart ... The brightest star represents your love.

Love can be given to people or animals. I once loved a little sparrow. When I was in the first grade, a friend's father gave me a little sparrow. I was as excited as if I had eaten honey. This little sparrow is so cute! A little black mouth, a pair of eyes with gods, a few small freckles on her face, and gray feathers really look like a proud little princess. Just want to touch it, it let out a cry and I drew back my hand because I was afraid. I asked grandma to put the little princess in the basin so that I could observe it. When I watched carefully, I didn't know who put my cat in the basin. You know, I was still young, and I was afraid of birds, even more afraid of cats. At a loss, I climbed into the basin with the cat, but it was too late-the sparrow had been bitten to death. I cried and was comforted by my friends for a long time before I calmed down.

Every time I see a few sparrows flying over my head, I think of that little sparrow and its cry. Sparrow, how are you doing now? You know, I was full of shame at that time, staring blankly at the washbasin every day, and all you left was a drop of blood. Come back, little sparrow! I miss you so much.